Dungeon Crawl Classics is a modern role playing system, designed by Joseph Goodman, which captures the classic 1970s Old School RPG feel. It is an amazing role playing system, and I highly recommend Dungeon Crawl Classics for those interested in Original Dungeons & Dragons and the classic style of role playing games from the 1970s.

This section contains my own homebrew Dungeon Crawl Classics Adventures. Before I continue, I would like to say that I am not a professional adventure writer in any way; rather, I am an unpolished adventure writer, who is taking his first steps into the world of adventure writing.

Needless to say, the process of writing these adventures has been a wonderful learning experience for me and in many ways, an adventure in itself. I owe much gratitude to the community of role playing game designers and writers, both professional and hobbyist alike; for it was through these great works that I found my inspiration to write my own Adventures and to share these with the community.

You are no Adventurer. But, the life of adventure has always appealed to you; a life on the road, seeking treasure and fortune. There has always been a deep yearning in your heart to break free from your mundane existence as a villager.

"How can I break free from this boring life that I am destined to live?" You have asked yourself a number of times.

Then, one day, the answer to your question arrives in the form of a travelling merchant to your village.

"There is a ruined temple three days travel from here," the Merchant says, "within the temple is an artefact that I am very interested in obtaining. The object that I seek is a figurine of black onyx cat sitting on top of a turtle. Whoever shall bring me the figurine shall receive a reward of 250 gold pieces."

The merchant opens a small locked chest containing 250 gold pieces.

Your jaw drops at the sight of the coins. While you have seen copper and silver coins before, never in your life have you seen a gold coin, let alone 250 gold coins! Even if the gold were divided 10 ways, there still would be more than enough wealth to start off a new life as an Adventurer.

You look around, and see some of your fellow villagers stepping forward to take the merchant up on his offer. Will you step forward and volunteer? You know that while the risks are great, the rewards are even greater.

You find yourself walking down a dirt road to a small village in the distance. As you walk, you reflect on the events of the past few weeks. It was only a few weeks ago when you were a mere peasant living in some nameless village, destined to live a life of poverty and boredom. You think back to that day when you, along with a number of others from your village, took up the challenge to become Adventurers.

Many of those who had taken up that challenge with you had perished. But, through skill and luck you had survived. Now, you are an Adventurer. But, as a newly forged Adventurer you will need gold to upgrade your weapons and gear. Moreover, you will need to develop your reputation as a monster slayer and to make a name for yourself in the world.

This is the reason why you find yourself walking down this dirt road to the village ahead. You gained information that a lady by the name of Mrs. Wynworth has had her cat kidnapped by a gang of kobolds, and is offering her family jewels as a reward for rescuing her cat.

Saving a cat from a gang of kobolds may not be the most epic adventure, but you know that even the mightiest of heroes have to start somewhere.

Tears ran down Ruen’s cheeks as she entered the kitchen, where her father, Roth, was preparing their morning meal.

“Father,” Ruen cried, “something has happened to Oscar.”

Roth placed his hand against his daughter’s cheek, and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes.

“There, there little one,” Roth said in a gentle voice, “tell your father what happened.”

“When I went to use the outhouse this morning, I did not hear Oscar. I thought nothings of it, as often Oscar is asleep when I arrive in the morning. However, after I finished my morning ‘routine’, I looked down to the bottom of the outhouse to see how Oscar was doing. Then, I saw it… Oscar’s dead body,” Ruen sobbed, as more tears ran down her face.

“There was this… note nearby,” Ruen said as she handed her father the note.

Written on the note were the words: “Courtesy of the Gong Farmer.”

That morning, others in the village of Greenleaf found similar notes in their outhouses and discovered the dead bodies of Oscar’s offspring.